Sonya Syed

As I was planning to write something today, well planning might not be the right word. Planning sounds too mechanical because this is not a matter of planning or scheming with mind rather it is the matter of heart and in the matters of heart you don’t plan neither you orchestrate anything. In the matters of heart everything just happens. So when was I trying to figure out how to begin today, a voice within said ‘ how do you feel today?’ Write about what you actually feel without any camouflaging, and be honest with yourself. I am afraid that too much honesty might get me into trouble, so I shall be a bit cautious. I always say that I might not write everything about myself, but whatever I would write shall be the truth and nothing but the truth..so help me God. Honestly, I feel that something wonderful is on the verge of happening, I don’t know where and I don’t with whom but it is going to happen. So hold on my lovelies... Sometimes we fear the possibilities of our

Sometimes waiting seems to be the best option because there is no other option. I have tried many times to say something but all in vain, words have seemed to left me. For once in my life, I am speechless. I feel that whatever I am writing or trying to write is boring, well actually I am boring myself. I need something fresh or someone new to inspire me. It is so true that in our daily life we meet people who inspires us, give us new idea, some food for thought. They could be anybody, they could be someone we know or don’t know. Sometimes even meeting people briefly in life can be truly inspirational. To ease some of my boredom I have bought myself an Agatha Christie's novel ‘ At Bertram’s Hotel ’, she was the phenomenal mystery writer of 20 th century. Her books have sold billions of copies in many languages since her first novel in 1920’s. I love all her books, and I love the suspense she creates. Most of the books have purely British background with fancy

I wish I could gather the strength to say something but the influence of influenza is quite heavy on me hence it is difficult to concentrate on the words. Slight harshness in the throat and you cannot even function properly, and then one thing flows from another. The only desire that you have at such times is to regain your health and strength. The person who said, Health is Wealth, is phenomenal and he is going to have presence till eternity due to his words. When we are in the best of health we take it so lightly as if it is our birthright, but wait for the moment when your body temperature raises few degrees higher. We need to be grateful for every breath, for every healthy organ, for all the perfectly working cells & tissues, for our five senses and the perfectly functioning body systems. Taking a small step in darkness distresses us, we try to quickly reach for light. Imagine living without our eyes for even a day.  So much is given to us, yet so little we

What a week it has been....from the end of the Blessed month of Ramadan, followed by beautiful Eid, to Pakistan’s 66 th birthday on 14 th August. So much has changed yet everything seems to be the same. Sometimes change happen so delicately that even the person going through it is unaware, nevertheless, it is only at a certain moment you realize that something is different. That you are different.... Eid and 14 th August used to be completely different when I was a kid, which is not so long ago by the way. On Eid my friends and I were always committed to give each other greeting cards which used to have most delightful writings and drawings personally done by all of us. To hold something tangible in your hands like a card has a beautiful feeling, its like your own energy gets transferred to the other person. SMS, e-cards and Facebook’s ‘Eid Mubarak to all family & friends’ are no comparison to such personal touches. Not until too long ago I had a rule to

Enough is enough! I just cannot contain it anymore- the words need to come out and I need to speak up or else it will take my breath away, literally. I am amazed at how much I am deeply attached to this blog and talking to you all, that these few days of separation between us and I could not even sleep properly. So what happened, where did I lost my pace? All I can say that I am just a lazy person who is unable to properly manage her daily routine. Whenever there was time and space to write something, I didn’t have the right energy to focus on anything. Fasting changes you, especially if you do not have proper plans to manage your routines. Presidential elections are on their way, although in our parliamentary system President is merely a symbol of the solidarity of the State. Nevertheless, with our past experiences of excessive dictatorship President inevitably takes up an important position. From the news it all seems that elections are only a formality because ev